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Nov 2020
Telephone box
Once you stood
Raging red, so all could,
spend a moment,
talking good
Damp, and cold, but still stood
Sometimes the smell, was not good
Red Icon, where freedom is now gone
No standing room
The Sim, is boom!
Raging red doing good,
for the public,
where no longer stood
What's in our hands,
no longer stands
Instead replaced with,
monitoring the bands.

© 2020  Carol Natasha Diviney
Universe Poems
Written by
Universe Poems  F/London
(F/London)   
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   --- and Cloudydaze
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